And on the next page, there is a detailed description of Lord.
Her accomplishments were written down, and it was a good indication of how great she was. If this is a history book of one's own country, a little exaggeration is inevitable. I let that part of the book pass by appropriately.
As I go through the pages, I find a description of the war with the South.
It is written that when the northern countries were on the verge of destruction, a young girl named 'The Lord,' a dashing 'Lord,' appeared - it is written.
And so it goes on - thanks to The Lord, the invasion from the south is pushed back and the northern nations have a few years of peace. But the southern nations, having quickly regained their strength, invade again - it also says.
Perhaps this was the great war of a thousand years ago.
From that point onwards, it's just a timeline of the war. It goes on and on about where and when the battles took place, which generals were sent out, and how they were decided.
In it, I find the name 'General Reynand Vols'. After all, the old man was famous in Vieisia. He had ripped off victories on several battlefields.
But then, what is strange is the age of 'here'.
According to the history books, Vieisia has been at war ever since. Peaceful Viaisia was never again to be found as it was here.
So, would they have recreated the peace of the years before the war? However, that would not match Mr. Reynand's age.
Perhaps 'Here' is a world made up of only the best parts of Viaisia. It's not impossible to do this if you are careful about the way in which the "drop" occurs and the order in which it occurs.
After roughly reading the history book, I moved on to the heroic tale of "The Lord of the Dominating Kings".
However, when I opened the book, I noticed something unusual. Some of the pages in the book had been torn out. After picking up the torn pages that had fallen around me, I began to follow Lord's life.
This is the story of a girl who lived a life that will be bequeathed as a heroic tale.
I read it briefly, but I continue to read it - and then I read on.
-- Lord Titty, the main character of the story, is an abandoned child.
Born in a remote area of the northern continent, abandoned by her parents, she is picked up by an elderly couple who have gone into hiding.
Lord grows up in the care of the elderly couple. However, the couple is easily killed by the persecution of mindless southerners. From that point on, Lord begins to show his brilliance as a hero. Even at a young age, she is an egg of heroism as she uses her wits to repel the invading Southerners.
Later, when she loses her guardian, she is sent to an orphanage, where she meets the future generals.
One of the characters in the orphanage was named Ayd. Apparently, the two have been friends since childhood.
There, he strengthens his bond with his future protégés and goes to work at a castle as a "gardener".
The story accelerates from here.
The war has nearly destroyed the north, and the castle where he works is on the verge of falling.
The war is destroying the north and the castle where he worked is on the verge of falling, so the heroic spawn, Lord, rises to the occasion.
Together with the friends he once bonded with in the orphanage, he will reclaim the castle that was once stolen by the Southerners. And instead of being a gardener, the Lord begins to call himself the King (Lord) in place of the dead castle's royalty.
With his unparalleled magical talents and the qualities of a king, the Lord has won victories all over the North and has restored the tilted battlefield to its former glory.
And as the people begin to talk about how only the Lord can save the northern nations, a startling new revelation is revealed: the Lord is the oldest person in the north. It was that the Lord was the blood of the oldest royal family in the north.
Everyone welcomed the return of the legendary blood. This was the moment when the King of Kings, the King of Kings in the North, the Lord of Kings, was born.
Thus began the long battle to save the oppressed people of the Lord - that's her entire story.
This is indeed the story of the rise of Shodo. An overly convenient fairy tale. A common heroic tale.
Unnaturally, I didn't get bogged down in anything.
But the problem for me is after "the long battle to save the oppressed begins". I couldn't help but wonder about the story that came after that.
At any rate, I haven't found my name, "Kanami" yet. There is definitely a continuation to this story.
In order to find out the rest of the story, I search the books around me with Dimension.
It's worth consuming MP, but I find something like a journal.
It seems to be the journal of a scholar who lived in this castle. The man seems to have written down the situation for later (...) to leave a book.
'Finally, here's the 'Original Kanami': ......
--The war between the North and the South was raging and the two sides were engaged in a close, back-and-forth battle when a knight named "Kanami" wandered in.
He is described as a legendary knight who betrayed the South and turned on the North. The legendary knight, who was even called the "Founder", was added to the "Lord", who had the power of a god of war. The situation in the war was being changed dramatically.
Thanks to the power of the Founder Kanami, the North won successive victories. And just when the North was about to win - a rough note was left in his journal.
--'The 'Governing King (Lord)' and 'Kanami, Commander of the Konoe Knights' have disappeared.
--They abandoned the people of the north and disappeared to the south. Our two heroes have betrayed us.
So it was written.
That's where the memoir ends. If what Mr. Reynand had said was true, this betrayal will destroy Vieisia.
'So that's it. But why has the Lord abandoned the people of the North? For me, it's ......, well, it's probably a time when I was chasing around the Apostle Sith, which makes sense: ......
Perhaps it was the presence of the Apostle Sith in the south that caused the 'Primordial Kanami' to turn to the north. And depending on the movements of that Apostle Sith, we know that he would easily abandon the North.
However, the Lord's reason is not predictable from the books.
'I wonder if there are more memoirs like this one: ......
If the live voices of those who lived in the castle could be gathered together, they might be able to understand what was going on in the Lord's mind.
With that thought in mind, I was about to use the 《Dimension》 further when I found a door at the end of the room. Thinking that if it's next to the storeroom, it might be the room where the secret books are kept, I put my hand on the door.
But this one was also locked.
He was a little lost.
Lord told me not to go into the other room. But that meant that there was something in the other room that he didn't want to be seen in.
Something from the 'past' that screamed that it didn't remind me .......
He used up all of his natural recovery magic and cast a spell on his index finger.
'...... magic 《distance mute》'
Fearing the risk, he didn't want to put it off.
Wearing purple magic, only my index finger is out of phase with the world. This is the best I can do right now, but if you're dealing with small inorganic objects, this is enough.
I figure out the structure of the key with the 《Dimension》 and thrust a single finger into it.
It's not a very complicated structure. Controlling the magic power of the dimensional attribute, I only touch what I want to touch and open the lock with a clunk.
'Thank goodness I succeeded ....... Can you use this to lock the door when you leave ......?
If possible, I don't want Lord to know.
I open the door slowly so as not to make a noise.
''--!
I checked the inside and gasped.
I was even more shocked than I was when I entered the stacks.
Countless paintings are strewn about - of course, but that's not all.
It's similar to the earlier stacks, but distinctly different. Unlike the stacks, there was a definite malice in the way they were scattered.
Every painting had been damaged. Most of the canvases had been torn and smashed. Some of them had been chopped up with what looked like knives. There was no doubt that the paintings had been destroyed by someone's hands.
It wasn't rational destruction either, but instinctive destruction.
It is just scattered (・・・・・) as if to express the passion of the person (・・・・・・). It was a scene that even made me feel crazy.
I make use of Dimension and my memory ability to connect the disparate canvases together. And what was written on the pieced together paintings is
...Lord?
Her appearance is different from her current one, but she is indeed depicted as "The Lord".
A girl with her long hair down and dressed in a luxurious dress that could be mistaken for a jewel (an emerald). She is such a different person that you wouldn't have recognized her if you hadn't seen Lord with his hair down in the morning.
There is no charm in Lord's eyes in the painting as there is now.
Just cold eyes. The face of a princess of a country who would not move a single eyebrow no matter what sacrifice she faced.
The paintings that were destroyed were all the heroic figures of the 'Lord'.
''You mean, this is the vault of paintings ......?''
I walked through the vault, piecing together the broken paintings and checking them out.
Then he found a few intact paintings on the back wall of the room. Amidst the sea of destroyed paintings, it stood out in particular.
The paintings were so poorly done compared to the others. The king's heroic figure was instantly recognizable as the work of a famous court painter, but this one looked like a child's scribble.
But this one looks like a child's scribble.
The first painting in the row is "The Old Couple".
A beastly old man and an old woman were laughing in a house that stood in a certain meadow.
I immediately recognized them as Lord's family. I also found a picture of a little girl next to it that bore the face of Lord.
The little girl looked a lot like the Lord I knew. Unlike the King's painting, she was innocent and cheerful.
And what followed was another house in the meadow.
But this time, unlike the previous house, it was a bit bigger. From the sequence of events, I guessed that it was an orphanage. And the children standing in front of the orphanage. There was a figure there that looked exactly like the Lord I knew (・・・・・・).
Furthermore, next to him, a thin boy was holding Lord's sleeve. The face was familiar. I could sense the face, to be precise.
The figure (・・・・・・・・・・), more than two times smaller than the guardian (guardian) id I knew, was depicted there.
The paintings on display were in line with the heroic tale I had just read about.
Next to the painting of the orphanage is a painting of Lord working in the castle as a gardener. Lord in his straw hat is in the castle garden, pruning the trees. He is followed by a slightly larger child, Eid, who is following him.
-- laughing.
The gardener Lord was smiling with an exquisite smile that the broken "Lord of Control" never had. It's a different smile from the current Lord and the "Lord that rules".
The story of the paintings in line ended with "The Castle Gardener".
I don't know why, but I thought, maybe that's where Lord's smile ended, too.
'Was it Lord who destroyed the painting here ......? Or did you originally go to ......?
The vaults may have been in this state since the castle was 'dropped'. It's natural that the king's paintings, which are treacherous, have been torn up.
Or the Lord himself, who is traumatized by himself as a king, hit them as a result of some impulse. Either way, it was probably one of those.
There was nothing else of note in the vaults.
He left the cluttered paintings as they were and left the room. Then he used the Distance Mute again and locked the door in a picking manner.
'I've come to find out about magic but ....... Unexpectedly, you've found out more about the Lord: ......
We get a general idea of Lord's life, albeit only in character.
There's no better way to learn about her, the guardian (Guardian), than to fight her.
There was nothing else to see. I pick up a few books of magic that I had collected and placed in advance and decide to head back to my room.
My legs loosen up a bit as I walk down the hallway.
I told Rainer that I was going to trick the Lord and head to the ground. But after listening to Ms. Reynand and reading the heroic tales in the archives, he finds himself wavering in his resolve.
She is a guardian (guardian) of a similar type to Rowen.
She is a good-natured, pacifist sycophant to the core.
I hate to admit it, but we've become friends.
If I can, I'd like to help the Lord. I'd like to save him and then return to earth.
But I don't know if that's going to happen.
I don't even know how to save him at all yet.
I walk slowly through the castle and reach my room without any answers.
And when I came back to my room, what I saw was Ryner lying on the floor. Even though I had only left my seat for about an hour, Ryner's body magic was empty.
I asked Lord, who was accompanying me, the reason while being dumbfounded.
'Ro, Lord ....... What did you let Ryner do to you ......?
'What? I just gave him a little serious training, okay? Don't worry, don't worry, I'll be back on track tomorrow.
"If you want to, go to .......
Reiner's down, but he's breathing calmly and repeatedly.
It looks like he's not dead for the moment.
Oh, Kanamin. It's the grimoire of the castle. How did you find a book in that messy storeroom?
Yeah, it was a pain in the ass. Was that the first time it was that way?
No, the boy did all the research and that's what happened! I'll never look up anything again!
Like a prankster, Lord laughs. His appearance has none of the dignity of the 'ruling king (Lord)' in the torn painting.
''Well, Ryner is down, and Kanamin has found the book he wants. I think it's time for the child (strawberry) to leave...''
Speaking of which, where does Lord sleep?
He's been in a lot of trouble with people. If it's a castle, he's probably sleeping somewhere in the yard.
There is a room for her in the castle. There is a bedroom for the king. But she does not choose to go there.
Hearing that seemingly free but limited answer, I am convinced of her distortion.
'I see. ......'
Maybe that's why.
I let my voice trail off toward Lord's back as he tries to leave.
Even though I know it's meaningless, I hear it.
"Hey, Lord. Is there something you want me to do? What's the matter with you?
The Lord's tail (ponytail) wagged and a childlike smile was turned on him.
The girl, who must have been continuously lost in 'here', answered without hesitation.
I'm sure you're right. Would you be happy if we lived 'here' together? Because a child's unrequited love is to live in 'here' in peace.
You're wrong.
Having peace in here won't erase what you've been missing.
That's why we've been here for a thousand years.
--That's not what I'm saying.
You can't say that.
But even so, she has no choice but to say so.
After all, if I can't understand and do Lord, I guess I'm not qualified to say anything.
I still don't know too much about her. You can't save her.
So all I could do was reply with a moonshot.
...... I'm not sure I can do that. I can't live 'here' because I have to go to earth. ...... But if there's something else you want, I want to make it happen as much as possible. That much is true, Lord.
What's going on? It's a bit of a surprise.
Lord was a little suspicious when he saw me suddenly become serious. However, I realized that it was from the bottom of my heart, and I flashed a smile.
'But thanks. It's the second time Kanamin has said that to me (・・・・・・), but it's still nice to hear it.
With that, Lord flew away from the window of the room for the last time.
The second time.
I don't know the first time. Those words were proof that what she and I see is different.
If what we see is different, there is no way we can understand it.
That was frustrating.
I saw Lord leave and put the book in my hand on the table.
In the end, there's only one thing I can do now.
All I can do is suppress my frustration, unfold the book and start researching about dimensional magic.
I leave the Lord behind and scrounge up knowledge from a thousand years ago in order to head to earth.
That's the only way to do it: .......
I continued to read the book until night fell and morning arrived.